Ugh. Okay. Let’s do this.

There’s a lot of folks talking about Charlie Sheen. There’s a lot of folks talking about not talking about Charlie Sheen. I get both sides of the discussion. Really, I do.

On the one hand, Charlie Sheen is being really entertaining, spewing a lot of batshit insane nonsense and outrageously self-important fluffernutter. On the other hand, he is an arrogant, self-obsessed, barely talented dickbag who has a history of abusing women. And on the other, third, alien hand growing out of my side, he is also a man who is probably speeding toward his deathbed in a racecar made out of drugs, alcohol, and STDs.

I’m cool with the first Charlie. He’s delusional, but crazy can be entertaining, for a while at least. The third (and, to a degree, even the second) Charlie, I feel sorry for. Addictions and harmful behavior don’t usually happen without a reason. I mean, you don’t come out of the womb asking for a needle and a hooker to slap. Dude needs help, and I hope he comes to realize that, and I hope he gets it, before he hurts himself or another person again.

We just need to slow down with all this meme-y Sheen-worshiping. I mean, punching ladies is not an action that we should support. Unless said ladies are zombie ladies, or murdery, Patrick Bateman-type ladies. In which case, do what you must to protect yo’ neck. But normal ladies? No. Not for punching, Charlie Sheen. Not for punching.

So, while I did tweet a few Charlie Sheen jokes a few days ago, I think I’m done now. I don’t expect that most others will be. His Twitter account is still terrifyingly popular. “Winning” is the new… whatever the last aggravating thing was. The train will keep a-rolling.

Just remember that the longer we wave the Charlie Sheen banner, the more we’re sending the message, “Being an arrogant, insensitive, drug-addicted lady-puncher is awesome!”

We’ve already let Kim Kardashian record music. Let’s not make things worse.